i spent the summer in gotham

301.

This evening we tasted rice cooked in amber gold.

tasty.The rice is sweet and mellow, and soft in the mouth. The only problem is that it is a bit overdone.

We had dinner that night as a family, and counting Barbara, Stephanie, and Kassan, five out of ten of us got nosebleeds on the spot.

I'm not a member of the Shameful Five, but I'm also a monk, and I've eaten a lot of treasures.It never occurred to me that I might have this problem after handing out tissues and taking pictures of my poor siblings.

The trouble occurred in the early morning of the third day.

The good news is that the place where the haunting happened was not at the Wayne Mansion, because Jason bribed me with a five-star buffet to accompany him to collect protection money.

The protection fee is a more down-to-earth statement. In fact, the gangsters under Jason's protection not only have to abide by Jason's rules, they are not allowed to bully wanderers, and they are not allowed to sell drugs to students. At the same time, they must share [-]% of the monthly profits with him.Jason's road to wealth started from cheating.

He called me because he had a conflict with Black Mask these days, and the two sides were fighting for the same territory.I changed into black clothes, covered my face with the mask Jason gave me, and followed him to kill the black mask's territory.

The night sky in Gotham was billowing with thunder, and the thunder struck head-on.Tianlei polished my eighth sword bone, and also polished the head of the black mask.

302.

Now he should not be called Black Mask, he has a new name, "Black Coke".

Jason was only focused on leading his men to turn around and run wildly, not noticing that the black mask who had been shot in the knee by a plastic bullet was still struggling in place.

So, that's right, that's how it happened, the black mask was split into a charred corpse by Lei Jie.

I reached out tremblingly and poked his already carbonized head, and the fragile briquette fell from his dry neck with a crunch and fell to my feet.

I:"……"

Jason: "..."

We looked at each other.

"What do you want to eat, I will go to Arkham to deliver it to you." Jason said sadly.

I hugged my head and cried, "Ahhhhhhhhh—!"

303.

Jason and I looked at each other with tears in our eyes.

Jason: "I can move your five-star self-help to your cell."

"Don't give up so early, at least let me struggle!" I yelled.

The sword cultivator in Shushan would never admit defeat, I struggled desperately, "Is there 502, try to glue his head on it!"

I held the head of the black coal ball and poked it on the neck of the black mask, "Wire is also fine, at least tie his head up!"

With a scalp-numbing click, the head of the black mask's coal ball hit the ground, opening a conspicuous gap.

"Ahhhhhh—" I grabbed my hair in disbelief, "Brother, what should I do, brother, I'm still young and I don't want to go to Arkham to sleep in a hospital bed!"

"It's not a big problem," Jason said, "It's just a matter of putting him back together."

It was Jason's voice, but it wasn't Jason.

Jason and I looked down slowly and landed on the ground.A little Jenga man as tall as my little finger was standing next to the briquettes, poking them with his Jenga finger, "Wow, that's pretty badly damaged."

"Who are you!!"

304.

There are countless multiverses in this world, a total of 52 are included in the scope of observation, and there are many possibilities outside of these 52 universes.

So it's understandable that there is a world where we are Lego villains.

LEGO Jason, code-named Red Hood, was born as Robin. He is an Internet-addicted teenager who can give up night watch in order to play games.

The above content is not the point. The point is that there is no death in the Lego world, and the building blocks can be resurrected as long as they are put together.

Black Mask is saved, I don't have to be neighbors with Bane, and Jason doesn't have to go to Arkham to deliver my meals.

Great!

"Okay, I'll help you save people, you must buy me the latest game." Lego figurine said, "If you lie to me, I will be very, very angry."

"Of course," I sat upright, "Even if you want to use the Batcomputer to play games, I can steal the entire Batcomputer for you, please rest assured!"

"It doesn't need to be so exaggerated," Jason knelt next to me, "I just want to see how this little one can save the black mask."

Lego Jason clasped his hands and grinned, "It's not that simple."

His building block hands twisted on the black coke's neck and hands, and with a few light strokes, the horrific charred corpse was divided into several large pieces, which Jason couldn't keep up with with a chainsaw.

……

"Not only did he not be resurrected, but he was also dismembered!" My eyes turned black, "Isn't this the Arkham bed reservation?!"

"Hey, don't be so anxious." Lego Jason patted my hand old-fashionedly, "Repair also requires preparation."

"so we?"

Lego Jason raised his arms confidently, "Of course I washed him clean!"

305.

In the early hours of the morning, the darkest hour of the day is about to pass, and the light has not yet visited the land of Gotham.

Jason and I carried a snakeskin bag and sneaked into Jason's safe house.

Lego Jason stood on Jason's shoulders, and the small bricks pulled Jason's hair with his hands, commanding us, "Yes, pour him out, just on the floor."

We untied the rope tied to the snakeskin bag and shook it open. A jet-black head rolled out, then arms, legs and torso.

I wiped off my sweat, "I was scared to death, luckily no one noticed."

The crisp sound of a coffee cup falling to the ground woke up our tense nerves.

Tim stood at the door of Jason's bedroom, pinching the air with his hand that used to hold a coffee cup. He looked at me, at Jason, and looked down at the head that had rolled out to his feet.That head could vaguely recognize the facial features of the black mask.

The eight eyes looked at each other, looking at each other speechlessly.

Tim backed away slowly, back into Jason's bedroom, and calmly negotiated with us, "I can pretend I didn't see you, can you stop killing me."

"It's not what you think, listen to my explanation!!"

306.

Tim's night patrol was too far away from his safe house, so he broke through the security system of Jason's house and came to sleep on the bed.

No matter what he came here to do, he can only join us now.

Tim and Jason squatted in the bathroom, soaking the remains of Black Mask's severed arms in the laundry tub.I poured the 84 disinfectant I bought from the Chinese Supermarket into it, and muttered to myself, "This will make it white."

"But it's too white." Jason picked up his pure white and flawless head with his hands wearing plastic gloves. "The head of the black mask has been washed off by you."

The hair in front of me is smooth and white, and it is shining brightly under the light of the bathroom!

I was silent for a moment, took the head out and put it in the living room to dry.

"Let's repaint it black after he's dry."

"It makes sense, that's the only way to go..."

307.

After a rainless thunderstorm, Gotham's night sky returned to its usual cloudy heaviness.

During the night patrol, Dick asked other people in the family group if they were okay, and everyone replied one after another, except for two people, Jason and Li Cizhang.

Although the probability of an accident is very small according to the force value of these two people, Dick still decided to go to Jason's safe house to check the situation.

He climbed over the roof all the way, and sent messages to his younger brothers and sisters all the way, but no one replied.

Concerned, Dick landed on the ledge of Jason's safehouse.

"How are you all? It's easy to make people think too much if you don't reply to other people's messages..."

Dick pushed open the window, and in the middle of his words, his eyes fell on the sphere on the coffee table in the living room uncontrollably.

That's a human head.

A dripping human head.

A dripping snow-white human head.

A dripping snow-white dead head.

The head was watching Dick darkly.

Those dull eyeballs looked like a pair of dead fish eyes.

Dick's hand on the window sill trembled.

A muffled sound of a human body falling to the ground resounded through the quiet alley.

308.

"You're scaring me to death," grumbled Dick, who was brushing Black Mask's legs with a steel wool ball in his hand, "my ass hurts, and my tailbone must be broken. "

"Don't worry, you have a lot of fat on your butt and strong defense," Jason said considerately, "Even if my father falls from upstairs and turns into a fool, your tailbone will be fine."

My good third brother is holding a loofah in his hand, and is brushing his arms for the black mask.He and Dick brushed their hands and feet together, as if we were going to throw the black mask into the pot and braise it in a second.

Tim and I sat in the living room, coloring the black mask's white head.

I took the mobile phone and compared the prison photo of the black mask entering the black gate and commanded Tim, "The eyes, the eyes are drawn bigger."

Tim sat on a small bench, holding a palette in his hand, and studied with Lego Jason carefully, "Shouldn't his roots be firmer, should we draw a shadow and blush for him?"

The head of the black mask was placed on a vase so that Tim could paint the facial features with a brush.

Tim has designed uniforms for himself, but this does not mean that his painters are not soul-level.On the snow-white head appeared bean eyes and a hooked nose, as well as a big mouth with too much paint.

I rationally commented, "It can stop children from crying at night."

Tim sighed, "There is a specialization in art, and Damian has to find this matter."

"What do you want from me?" A familiar voice came from outside the window, Damian squatted on the roof where Dick fell, his piercing gaze swept over Tim and me, and the horrible head on the vase.

Damian choked up, uncommonly.

After a terrible silence, Damian said, "Have you finally decided to face your own perverted nature, Drake?"

Tim frowned and said displeasedly, "I never look down, okay?"

Wait, is the controversial point a question of whether to face it squarely? ?

309.

In order not to change the name to "White Mask" or "Black Evil Ghost" after the resurrection of Black Mask, we gave up the soul painter Tim, and this work was transferred to Damian, the number one contact of the Wayne family.

Damian is worthy of being Damian, with neat and smooth lines, soft and delicate painting style, and gentle and lively coloring.

Combined with the scrubbed limbs of Jason and Dick, LEGO Jason manipulated a few times wonderfully, and a dead man opened his eyes in front of us.

"...This face looks a little like Rumiko Takahashi's style." I said solemnly.

Jason observed carefully for a moment, and realized, "Isn't this Naraku?"

Tim demurs, "I feel a bit like Inuyasha."

"I said like Sesshomaru, are you going to beat me up?" Dick asked.

The whole place was silent.

I cut off the head of the black mask with a sword, "——this fucking can't be repainted??!!"

The chubby head rolled to the corner of the wall.

So, cut it and repainted it.